Kenney, Laina - Overexposed [DIG Security 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

reminder of her bruises. That Irish son of a bitch who had beaten her had better stay on the other side of the ocean. If Locke or Sam ever laid hands on him, he would have bruises to match Avelyn’s and a few more besides.
    And if Conn caught him, he’d be dead. Conn fit in very well in Texas.
    Locke continued to search and finally found what he was looking for, a tiny bra and matching panties in a soft peach silk that made his mouth water at the thought of seeing it on the slender young woman sleeping outside in his brother’s car. His cock throbbed as he rubbed the soft fabric between his fingers. The shimmering peach color would make her pale skin glow and set off the fiery highlights in her hair.
    Damn, she was making a poet out of him.
    She was a pretty little thing, even with her injuries, and Locke was a man who always noticed a beautiful female.
    He passed a display of sunglasses and had the sudden realization that a displaced British national would need more than just new clothes to survive in the unfamiliar climate of Texas. He grabbed a pair of the sunglasses that reminded him of the stars of old Hollywood.
    He headed over to another department and picked up a bottle of sunscreen, some peach body lotion, and a travel pack of toiletry items. In the shoe department he found a little pair of stretchy white sandals in a medium size and some soft flats. He added a pair of frilly white ankle socks to his armload just because they made him smile.
    Waiting at the checkout counter, he grabbed an assortment of snacks, soft drinks, and fruit juices in case Avelyn woke up and felt hungry before they hit San Antonio.
    This shopping thing wasn’t so bad. He had a large pile of clothing and other merchandise on the counter, and the basics were covered. Locke didn’t even wince at the price. He paid for his purchases and left the store whistling. Mission accomplished.

    * * * *

    Sam glanced back involuntarily. Avelyn was still out, wrapped in that heavy knitted shawl. Sweat was beading on his forehead in the confines of the car even with the AC on, but her face was just now beginning to get some color back. They didn’t have the details yet, but the woman had been through hell, no question.
    He licked his lips thinking of her kiss. He was hard and aching, and he wanted more of whatever she would give him.
    Her breathing was deep and even. Sam reached for the tube of arnica ointment. He was quiet and slow, and squeezed just a little onto a cotton handkerchief. He leaned over the back of the seat and tenderly smoothed some of the ointment over the skin of her swollen cheek.
    He was careful to keep his hands light, even though the sight of bruises on that foxy little face enraged him until his hands shook. He concentrated and took his time spreading the ointment. It lifted some of the makeup off onto the handkerchief, exposing the darkness of a huge bruise.
    The poor thing didn’t even stir. A full stomach after an adrenaline crash really took a toll, and he didn’t think a young woman with innocent eyes would have the experience necessary to fight off those effects.
    Sam didn’t know all the facts of her journey, but he could see she was injured and knew she had done well to get to safety and call her Uncle Conn.
    Tenderness welled up inside him. Now she could rest.
    He thought of her mischievous spirit in the airport, after traveling in fear for hours, and his teeth ground together. If danger had followed her across the ocean, Sam and Locke would meet it head-on. He wanted to destroy anything that threatened her.
    There was a tap on his window, and he turned to see Locke holding two gigantic bags.
    Sam rolled down his window.
    “What all did you buy?” he asked in disbelief.
    Locke shrugged and went around the car. He shoved the crinkly bags over onto Sam’s lap and got in.
    Sam grappled with the unwieldy sacks before finally getting them settled. When he peered into one bag and saw a sundress and sweater set, he